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This photograph was taken at Mechita, a small and desolated town 80 km away from Buenos Aires city. It was a Sunday evening and no one was around these old wagons, which have been abandoned for almost 30 years now. Still, the km sign looked new, as if it had just been painted… as if […]
This photograph was taken on a Sunday morning at Mechita, a small town 80 km away from Buenos Aires city. I happened to like architecture, so that old building caught my attention, but it wasn’t enough.. I still needed a main object for my photo, so I borrowed the bike from a girl going by. […]
Remember when we were kids how important a Pinky Swear was to us? It was the ultimate swearing to secrecy, something you could never reveal to another soul; the ultimate pact of silence. Who stole from the cookie jar, who broke mom’s favorite vase, who let the tarantula loose…not one single word. Years later, after […]